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The Sunday Casserole Dishes on Route 9
I've been cutting hair at the same strip-mall salon in Nashua, New Hampshire for nineteen years
EN
04
Service on Blossom Street
An ordinary Tuesday, late August, the kind of heat that made the asphalt in the driveway stick to your shoes.
EN
05
The Bartender Who Wouldn’t Ask Her Name
At thirty-eight, Wyatt Coleman owned three bars across Nashville and had more money than he knew what
CZ
04
Radek za dveřmi Jarmily
Dveře, za kterými pláче matka Víte, jak to je, když se v manželství něco nenápadně rozpadá a vy to necháte
EN
04
Three Hundred Miles to Danville
The phone buzzed at eleven-forty, while Kasia was still at her desk poring over a spreadsheet of billing reports.
EN
07
The Sticks at Miller’s Ridge
Diane Kowalski found the milk crate on her third week volunteering at the Miller's Ridge trailhead
EN
07
Cracked Paint on the Porch Swing
I clean houses in Asheville, North Carolina — have for eleven years now, mostly the same dozen families
EN
02
A Fawn Named Clover, and the Fourteen Days We Lost
I've mopped the floors at Whitetail Hollow Wildlife Rehab in Asheville, North Carolina, for six
DE
03
Der Blumentopf über Chloes Hochzeitskleid
Der Wind von der Alster zog kalt über den Balkon des Hotels Vier Jahreszeiten in Hamburg, und eigentlich
CZ
04
Radek za dveřmi Jarmily
Dveře, za kterými pláче matka Víte, jak to je, když se v manželství něco nenápadně rozpadá a vy to necháte